“Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye… it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.” ~ Edvard Munch
The sundrenched memory of golden leaves fluttering in the playful breeze of Indian summer fades, and the warm blanket of autumn departs as abruptly as a remorseful lover at sunrise. This time, there can be no mistake; winter has arrived in the High Country.
They say that all good things must end… the party's over ~Daniel E. Stein
[The Willie Nelson version; my #photography]
“You were my lonesome prairie, and I'm still your wild frontier…”
“She's got it, Yeah baby she's got it.” Venus rising in the Rockies...
My #photography: [15 second exposure, 150% light amplification, 0% color saturation]
Recent studies have confirmed that although we cannot generally distinguish individual crows apart, they visually recognize individual humans, and call out to warn others when a “bad” human is approaching. That got me thinking - what if a murder of crows warn us of an actual murder? That would be handy…
They say that a man is known for the footprints he leaves behind. In my mind, this crisp autumn walk along the Devils Backbone awakens a future vision quest along the trail of the ancients.
What's on my mind...